Sara(h) Smiles, Part 12: The Bristol Stomp

I and other common-sense conservatives have just about had our fill now of how plucky, perky, pretty Bristol Palin is being pulverized in the press for still being in the running on this year’s edition of Dancing With the Stars in spite of a lot of allegedly far better celebrity dancers having been sent home in tears. We’re supposed to be ashamed that her success probably owes to the support she’s enjoyed from the countless tens of millions (and counting!) who agree with her mom’s politics.

Am I the first to notice that we hardly heard a peep of protest from the left the past two seasons, when propagandist Michael Moore and then Noam Chomsky, the linguist turned professional America-hater, waltzed home with the Mirror Ball Trophy, apparently thanks to electronic ballot-stuffing by the Obamarxists? I have tonight spent literal hours on YouTube trying to find evidence that it’s possible to dance the paso doble more gracelessly than the elephantine Moore danced it in 2008. Fat chance! And Chomsky’s tango a year ago tonight with partner Edyta Sliwinska was enough to inspire Argentina to break off diplomatic relations with us.

I guess the liberals are as acquainted with the phrases Turnabout is fair play and What’s good for the goose is good for the gander as they are with the brand of patriotism that originally made us great — and will make us great once more when we, behind Sarah, take our country back in 2012.

I think probably Elton John (singing the lyrics of Bernie Taupin) said it best when he said, "Hold me closer, tiny dancer. Count the headlights on the highway. Lay me down in sheets of linen. You had a busy day today."

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